Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Grandmaster Flash to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marmalade,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.